Character: Ravic. Page 7

You had the whole world, all the sweetness and all the bitterness of life. You gave me me, you gave me not only himself, but also myself.

Faith easily leads to fanaticism. That is why in the name of religion so much blood spilled. Tolerance is the daughter of doubt.

Tomorrow is another day. Sounds silly and saraskana, but it is.

... The words spoken in the dark - how can they be true? For real words need bright light.
- How do you know all this?
- Because I love you.
How she handles that word, Ravic thought. Not thinking like an empty vessel. It fills the need and then calls love. I've filled this vessel! Fear of loneliness, the anticipation of another "I", excessive self-esteem. Unsteady reflection of reality in the mirror of imagination!
But who managed to grasp the essence? Is what I said about old age together, not the height of folly? And perhaps, for all its thoughtlessness it is not closer to the truth than I? Why am I sitting here on a winter's night, in the interval between the two wars, and roll truism definitely school mentor? Why resist, instead of headlong rush into the maelstrom - let in anything and not believing?...

A monologue of the interlocutor are best able to interrupt with a completely meaningless question.

Exhausted only winners. The losers are set up very aggressively. Victory breeds complacency.

The one who threatens to kill, never kill.

Woman from love grows wiser, and the man loses his head.

Now life is rushing damn fast. To anything should not be used. Even to a woman's body.

- And you're not going to grow old. Life will not leave your face no trace, she just gently touch it and it will become even more beautiful. One becomes old only when it feels nothing.
- No, when it does not like.

Lovers never are courtesy.

We live in an age of canned food. (...) We don't need to think. Everything for us beforehand, chewed and even experienced. Canned! It remains only to open the cans. Home delivery three times a day. Nothing to sow, to grow, to simmer in the fire of hesitation, doubt and longing.

Life is too serious a thing to end before we cease to breathe.

The world is tirelessly preparing for the suicide, but never wants to admit it.